Disclaimer: AU Story. Why don't I own Lord of the Rings? *sigh* Well, until
maybe the Tolkien family takes pity on me, I do not own any of the
characters or places mentioned in this story. Please don't sue me! I know I
am cruel to them but I swear I will try to save them. Hope you enjoy!
All chapters are going to be a lot better now because I have The Two Towers soundtrack to write them to!! *boast brag boast* Sorry but trust me, it is fantastic. Gollum's Song is really beautiful. No Enya! *sniff*
Shirebound: Well, I couldn't really think of a better word for 'mattress'. It was a bedroll. Darn- that's the word I was looking for! Sorry. Yay, though for luverly comments.
MagicalRachel: Oh, poor, Rachel! Don't-don't cry, Sam. Sorry. I'm getting a bit overexcited. Hehe. As for exams, I'm not so sure. Year 8 is pretty tough without them!
A Elbereth: You like angst? Yay! My soulmate has come! Yes, why didn't you read this before? Eh? EH? I'm very happy that you like it though and I hope it lives up to expectations. Come on, haven't I been pretty cruel to Legolas for you?
Barmy_the_elf: It wasn't thaaaaaat short. Anyway, I'll try and make it longer this time round. Mwahaha! Read on to answer your questions, my friend. Mwa ha ha!
TrueFan: DEPRESSING??! No! *falls to knees* I've FAILED! Ok Ok, I'll try and save the little fella. I have a huge crush on him so I'd be pretty disappointed myself if I killed him off. Hey, hey! Who said I killed off Frodo? He's still alive, guys!
Crys Ritter: Preciousssss. Yes, the next chappy arrivesss for you, precioussss!
Koko Kung: I'm sure that you're great at writing! Otherwise why would you be at Fanfiction? Don't kill your muse because of me, please!
Elf of Rivendell: Updates flooding in for ya. Keep chanting- Frodo must not die- and I might just take away a drop more of poison.
FrodoFan: Oh, the power, the power I have! Hehe. I've actually had no flamers so far. I'm surprised. I thought loads of Frodo fans like me and you would be hammering on my front door cursing me in Sindarin. You have a super super bow of Lothlorien. Fantastic! Can I see?
~ Chapter Fifteen ~
Legolas grabbed Frodo's arms and began to shake him roughly. But the hobbit's head just lolled to the side. Sam was shouting too.
"Frodo! What's wrong? Oh, Mister Frodo!"
"Frodo, wake up," Legolas yelled, "You must stay awake. Come on, Frodo. You can fight it."
Merry was tugging at Aragorn's sleeve.
"What's wrong with him?" he cried desperately.
Aragorn ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at the terrified hobbit. He leant across and gave Merry a hug.
"I do not know. Frodo has been poisoned and until I know what sort it is, I can only suspend it. But- I am having doubts."
In any other situation he would never have told Merry this or any of the hobbits except perhaps Frodo. But sometimes, Aragorn felt it was a lot easier to talk to them. They just took it for granted what you felt and not try to change your mind. "Merry.. he said that he had a dry mouth. Could not swallow. He is nauseous and his skin is burning with fever. I think I know what Frodo has been poisoned with."
"What?" asked Merry cautiously, squeezing Aragorn's hand.
"You have heard of.. Belladonna?"
Merry shook his head.
"Well, I- no, Merry. I shall not worry you with it."
But the hobbit was tightening his grip. He shook his head stubbornly.
"Tell me," he said.
Aragorn sighed. He glanced over at Frodo. He was lying quite still now and his face was pale as a ghost's. Life seemed gone from him now. All that vibrance and colour within him. All that light seemed to have been doused.
"It is," he murmured to himself, "I was right, though I wish I was not. I would give anything to make this not so."
"What?" Merry pressed.
"Deadly Nightshade."
The look on the hobbit's face made Aragorn's blood run cold.
Sam sniffed and wiped at his eyes. But they were still filled with tears. Legolas reached out and put a hand on his head, gently trying to comfort the little one.
"It will be alright, Sam. I am sure. Frodo is just very weak. He- he will need a lot of rest."
He got up from Frodo's side and moved away to find Aragorn. He was sitting at the wall with Gandalf. They were speaking in hushed voices. Gandalf looked up when Legolas joined them.
"You have been through much, Legolas. I am sure that you did all that you could."
"It was Gollum," Legolas said abruptly, his eyes fixed on the floor. Aragorn stared at him.
"Gollum? What did he do?"
"Frodo could not sleep and so came to sit with me on guard. We saw Gollum. I said that we might be able to catch him. So we both set out down this tunnel. It was not far before we cornered him. I put an arrow to my bow and.. we fell. Oh, if only I had let the creature be! I should have that venturing away from the Fellowship was foolish. And now look.."
Gandalf stopped him with a raised hand.
"Legolas," he said sternly, "How could you have foreseen that you and Frodo were to fall into the mines? You did not know what was to happen there. We will do what we can for Frodo but I assure you that blame lies on no one here. Speak to him when he next awakes. Ask what he believes."
Sam gazed at his master's pale face. What was going through his mind just then? What nightmares plagued Frodo while he slept? Sam dared not imagine. He looked so lost. A small, lonely figure unaware to the world around him. Ever lost in the depths of Moria. Dying. Sam thought about this. His master was really dying. Not just his master but his closest friend. That's why it hurt so much to see. Fading away with the passing minutes. He gently kissed Frodo's hand then put it reverently down by his side. He looked down into the ashen face.
"We'll keep on trying, Mister Frodo. No matter what happens. We'll fight for you."
He had so many memories. Hundreds of them that he could bring to mind. From the time of childhood to this very moment. And he could never remember ever, well, not being friends with Frodo. They had just been there for each other whenever they were needed.
"Well, I suppose we need it each other more than ever now," Sam whispered. "So, come back, Mister Frodo. Wherever you are. Whatever you may be thinkin'. You have to try and stay awake. I can help you then. Let me help you, please. Please-"
But the poison was stronger than Sam. It was ever working its way into Frodo's body. The snake that slithered along inside him that spread its venom into his mind and heart.
"You have to make it, Mister Frodo. We need you now. You must survive!"
All chapters are going to be a lot better now because I have The Two Towers soundtrack to write them to!! *boast brag boast* Sorry but trust me, it is fantastic. Gollum's Song is really beautiful. No Enya! *sniff*
Shirebound: Well, I couldn't really think of a better word for 'mattress'. It was a bedroll. Darn- that's the word I was looking for! Sorry. Yay, though for luverly comments.
MagicalRachel: Oh, poor, Rachel! Don't-don't cry, Sam. Sorry. I'm getting a bit overexcited. Hehe. As for exams, I'm not so sure. Year 8 is pretty tough without them!
A Elbereth: You like angst? Yay! My soulmate has come! Yes, why didn't you read this before? Eh? EH? I'm very happy that you like it though and I hope it lives up to expectations. Come on, haven't I been pretty cruel to Legolas for you?
Barmy_the_elf: It wasn't thaaaaaat short. Anyway, I'll try and make it longer this time round. Mwahaha! Read on to answer your questions, my friend. Mwa ha ha!
TrueFan: DEPRESSING??! No! *falls to knees* I've FAILED! Ok Ok, I'll try and save the little fella. I have a huge crush on him so I'd be pretty disappointed myself if I killed him off. Hey, hey! Who said I killed off Frodo? He's still alive, guys!
Crys Ritter: Preciousssss. Yes, the next chappy arrivesss for you, precioussss!
Koko Kung: I'm sure that you're great at writing! Otherwise why would you be at Fanfiction? Don't kill your muse because of me, please!
Elf of Rivendell: Updates flooding in for ya. Keep chanting- Frodo must not die- and I might just take away a drop more of poison.
FrodoFan: Oh, the power, the power I have! Hehe. I've actually had no flamers so far. I'm surprised. I thought loads of Frodo fans like me and you would be hammering on my front door cursing me in Sindarin. You have a super super bow of Lothlorien. Fantastic! Can I see?
~ Chapter Fifteen ~
Legolas grabbed Frodo's arms and began to shake him roughly. But the hobbit's head just lolled to the side. Sam was shouting too.
"Frodo! What's wrong? Oh, Mister Frodo!"
"Frodo, wake up," Legolas yelled, "You must stay awake. Come on, Frodo. You can fight it."
Merry was tugging at Aragorn's sleeve.
"What's wrong with him?" he cried desperately.
Aragorn ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at the terrified hobbit. He leant across and gave Merry a hug.
"I do not know. Frodo has been poisoned and until I know what sort it is, I can only suspend it. But- I am having doubts."
In any other situation he would never have told Merry this or any of the hobbits except perhaps Frodo. But sometimes, Aragorn felt it was a lot easier to talk to them. They just took it for granted what you felt and not try to change your mind. "Merry.. he said that he had a dry mouth. Could not swallow. He is nauseous and his skin is burning with fever. I think I know what Frodo has been poisoned with."
"What?" asked Merry cautiously, squeezing Aragorn's hand.
"You have heard of.. Belladonna?"
Merry shook his head.
"Well, I- no, Merry. I shall not worry you with it."
But the hobbit was tightening his grip. He shook his head stubbornly.
"Tell me," he said.
Aragorn sighed. He glanced over at Frodo. He was lying quite still now and his face was pale as a ghost's. Life seemed gone from him now. All that vibrance and colour within him. All that light seemed to have been doused.
"It is," he murmured to himself, "I was right, though I wish I was not. I would give anything to make this not so."
"What?" Merry pressed.
"Deadly Nightshade."
The look on the hobbit's face made Aragorn's blood run cold.
Sam sniffed and wiped at his eyes. But they were still filled with tears. Legolas reached out and put a hand on his head, gently trying to comfort the little one.
"It will be alright, Sam. I am sure. Frodo is just very weak. He- he will need a lot of rest."
He got up from Frodo's side and moved away to find Aragorn. He was sitting at the wall with Gandalf. They were speaking in hushed voices. Gandalf looked up when Legolas joined them.
"You have been through much, Legolas. I am sure that you did all that you could."
"It was Gollum," Legolas said abruptly, his eyes fixed on the floor. Aragorn stared at him.
"Gollum? What did he do?"
"Frodo could not sleep and so came to sit with me on guard. We saw Gollum. I said that we might be able to catch him. So we both set out down this tunnel. It was not far before we cornered him. I put an arrow to my bow and.. we fell. Oh, if only I had let the creature be! I should have that venturing away from the Fellowship was foolish. And now look.."
Gandalf stopped him with a raised hand.
"Legolas," he said sternly, "How could you have foreseen that you and Frodo were to fall into the mines? You did not know what was to happen there. We will do what we can for Frodo but I assure you that blame lies on no one here. Speak to him when he next awakes. Ask what he believes."
Sam gazed at his master's pale face. What was going through his mind just then? What nightmares plagued Frodo while he slept? Sam dared not imagine. He looked so lost. A small, lonely figure unaware to the world around him. Ever lost in the depths of Moria. Dying. Sam thought about this. His master was really dying. Not just his master but his closest friend. That's why it hurt so much to see. Fading away with the passing minutes. He gently kissed Frodo's hand then put it reverently down by his side. He looked down into the ashen face.
"We'll keep on trying, Mister Frodo. No matter what happens. We'll fight for you."
He had so many memories. Hundreds of them that he could bring to mind. From the time of childhood to this very moment. And he could never remember ever, well, not being friends with Frodo. They had just been there for each other whenever they were needed.
"Well, I suppose we need it each other more than ever now," Sam whispered. "So, come back, Mister Frodo. Wherever you are. Whatever you may be thinkin'. You have to try and stay awake. I can help you then. Let me help you, please. Please-"
But the poison was stronger than Sam. It was ever working its way into Frodo's body. The snake that slithered along inside him that spread its venom into his mind and heart.
"You have to make it, Mister Frodo. We need you now. You must survive!"